Look, If you had, one shot, one opportunity,
To sieze everything you ever wanted, in one moment,
Would you capture it, or just let it slip?
His palms are sweaty, hands weak,
Pen is heavy, the papers on his desk already,
peers are fretting. He's nervous.
But on the surface he looks calm and ready, to show BOS,
But keeps on forgetting, quotes he spoke loud,
The whole class starts to pout, he floods with doubt,
but the words won't come out.
He's choking how? Everybody's leaving now! The clocks run out.
Time's up over, FAIL!
Snap back to exam room B, ohh there goes section 3,
Oh his first writing piece, stoked.
He's so glad that he wrote, beforehand and he knows,
He's done this booklet, closed.
It dont matter he wont, enrol in uni, nope.
He knows that but he hopes, he's so mad that he knows,
When go back his study notes, that's when its back to the,
Pad again yo', this whole exam s**t.
He better remember the quotes and hope that they pass him.
Chorus (just to good to change)
Educations escaping, start going to TAFE then,
The dole's mine for the taking, fortnight-ly
As we move forward from, no uniform orders,
A normal life boring, preparation, the last thing he thought of,
If he only tried harder,would of aimed farther,
Rank low its all over, the pressures all on him,
Foes who know more, dont know his own father, many homes.
God only knows he's been studying shows, he's no smarter.
He goes home he rarely makes a start either.
But hold your notes cause here goes the cold water.
Mature age student fo sho, his works product.
They moved on to the next quotes that showed he nose dove, to his markers.
And so the bad ATAR is told, it unfolds,
I suppose hes grown dafter, but he keeps moving on,
Foot after the other.
Chorus
No more playin', ima change what you call scaling,
Fire my motherf***ing rank up like fireworks, flames.
I was caged in trials the mood all changed,
I've chewed up, and spit out, suspended days.
But I kept tryin, and prepped writing, marks higher.
Best believe somebodys payin’ the supervisor.
All the facts inside amplified by the, fact that cant survive with a 9-5,
Cant feel alive with that type of, life for myself ,
Cause man these God damned old people wear diapers, they not living,
They wish they were riper, i cant turn out like em.
And these times are so hard, and its getting even harder trying to cram, cope and sleep, plus.
Its getting hotter, caught up between fun in summer,
and impressing father,mother, screaming cause its all so much.
For me to continue this plot, study, monotony.
It has gotten me, to the point im so frail,
I’ve got to nail it, I cannot.
End up in a retail shop, impress the markers is my only fu**in' option, failures not.
Man i have to do this, my scalings got to show,
I cannot get low ive got to top, so here i got its my shot,
BOS fail me not, UWS may be the only choice i got.
Procrastination at its peak enjoy!
To sieze everything you ever wanted, in one moment,
Would you capture it, or just let it slip?
His palms are sweaty, hands weak,
Pen is heavy, the papers on his desk already,
peers are fretting. He's nervous.
But on the surface he looks calm and ready, to show BOS,
But keeps on forgetting, quotes he spoke loud,
The whole class starts to pout, he floods with doubt,
but the words won't come out.
He's choking how? Everybody's leaving now! The clocks run out.
Time's up over, FAIL!
Snap back to exam room B, ohh there goes section 3,
Oh his first writing piece, stoked.
He's so glad that he wrote, beforehand and he knows,
He's done this booklet, closed.
It dont matter he wont, enrol in uni, nope.
He knows that but he hopes, he's so mad that he knows,
When go back his study notes, that's when its back to the,
Pad again yo', this whole exam s**t.
He better remember the quotes and hope that they pass him.
Chorus (just to good to change)
Educations escaping, start going to TAFE then,
The dole's mine for the taking, fortnight-ly
As we move forward from, no uniform orders,
A normal life boring, preparation, the last thing he thought of,
If he only tried harder,would of aimed farther,
Rank low its all over, the pressures all on him,
Foes who know more, dont know his own father, many homes.
God only knows he's been studying shows, he's no smarter.
He goes home he rarely makes a start either.
But hold your notes cause here goes the cold water.
Mature age student fo sho, his works product.
They moved on to the next quotes that showed he nose dove, to his markers.
And so the bad ATAR is told, it unfolds,
I suppose hes grown dafter, but he keeps moving on,
Foot after the other.
Chorus
No more playin', ima change what you call scaling,
Fire my motherf***ing rank up like fireworks, flames.
I was caged in trials the mood all changed,
I've chewed up, and spit out, suspended days.
But I kept tryin, and prepped writing, marks higher.
Best believe somebodys payin’ the supervisor.
All the facts inside amplified by the, fact that cant survive with a 9-5,
Cant feel alive with that type of, life for myself ,
Cause man these God damned old people wear diapers, they not living,
They wish they were riper, i cant turn out like em.
And these times are so hard, and its getting even harder trying to cram, cope and sleep, plus.
Its getting hotter, caught up between fun in summer,
and impressing father,mother, screaming cause its all so much.
For me to continue this plot, study, monotony.
It has gotten me, to the point im so frail,
I’ve got to nail it, I cannot.
End up in a retail shop, impress the markers is my only fu**in' option, failures not.
Man i have to do this, my scalings got to show,
I cannot get low ive got to top, so here i got its my shot,
BOS fail me not, UWS may be the only choice i got.
Procrastination at its peak enjoy!
